Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Evening

[okteiviakom]

"I don't think I've got this."

It had been a while since the last Sunday night date night.

It felt like it had been forever. And Octavia's memories of the last date night of any day of the week at the house weren't great.

None of that was what was getting to her right this second.

"It's just not doing what I want, Lucifer."

She was trying to pipe some sort of ganache onto a thing of dessert in a dainty little bowl, and no, it was not going smoothly at all. As far as issues went, it would have been almost blissfully mundane, had it not also been so very frustrating.

[ooc: For that guy and massive SP.]

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[my_own_advocate]

Eventually, they got to the bedroom. (Anything else, decisions and all, could be left for a later time.) Lucifer laid her down gently, spread out over the bed like a vision.

He looked at her. Really, really looked, taking her in from her toes to her gorgeous eyes.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's hair was a messy halo around her head, and her shirt - another oversized tee, to go with the casual air of the leggings that were long gone - was managing to look pretty rumpled despite having had little done to it. The line of tattooed dots down her forearm was on full show, as was the snake on her leg. The various faded battle scars along her legs.

And the wetness between her legs, both hers and his.

Octavia was looking back at him, too, taking him in still mostly in his clothes. The expression on her face looked soft.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer reached out. He let his fingers trail along the dark lines of the snake on her leg, admiring the contrast with the skin.

And then up, up.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's eyes were drawn to the movement, and so she watched it, as best she could.

Mesmerized, for lack of a better word.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer followed the line of her thigh, then let his fingertips walk along the bone of her pelvis. They brushed over her wetness, but didn't linger.

Then he pushed his hand up under her shirt, taking the fabric with him as he went.

[okteiviakom]

It went easily. Benefits of a loose fit.

Octavia shivered a little. In a moment, she would probably move a little, to help get the shirt past her shoulders - but not quite yet.

[my_own_advocate]

It was all right. They'd get there. For now, Lucifer pushed her shirt up over her breasts. He let his palm explore the shape of them, but there, too, didn't linger.

"Arms," he murmured. "Darling."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia lifted her arms, although one of her hands brushed briefly over his arm before she did.

[my_own_advocate]

The touch drew the faintest smile out of him. But Lucifer had a mission, and he was set on it, peeling the shirt up over her head.

Setting it aside.

[okteiviakom]

And that just left her bra. One of those nicer ones, at least theoretically matching the underwear that was currently somewhere on the floor downstairs.

Black, of course, in typical sharp contrast with her skin.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer kept his eyes on her face. But he leaned in, to brush a kiss between her breasts.

He did linger there.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia inhaled a slow, deep, deliberate breath, watching him.

Her hand found its way to his shoulder, brushing along fabric.

[my_own_advocate]

And Lucifer's fingers finally slid down, following the strap to the clasp, nudging her ever gently just a little up off the bed so he could undo it.

"There we are," he murmured.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia yielded to the nudging, because of course she did.

And there they were.

Every scar and tattoo all on show, and no attempt to hide anything. Yes, sure, him seeing her naked was a regular occurrence. That didn't mean it was a given that the urge wasn't going to show up when he really looked.

But Octavia remained still and calm and open.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sat back as the bra came away. He put it aside.

He looked at her, eyes taking in every inch of her pale skin, the tattoos, the scars.

Her eyes.

"And now you choose," he whispered, "How we dress you again."

[okteiviakom]

The shake of Octavia's head was a subtle, small movement.

"I don't know," she murmured.

But that was just a kneejerk thing. Just because she didn't didn't mean she wouldn't.

[my_own_advocate]

"You have time," Lucifer told her.

His hands slid down her thighs. Rubbing.

He watched her. Kept taking her in.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia watched him right back, gaze traveling from his face down to his hands and back again.

"Leathers," slipped out of her mouth, seemingly on its own. "Tight."

There was a little inhale, after, like that wasn't all of it. Like she was groping around for the shape of something that wasn't so easily caught.

[my_own_advocate]

"Leathers," Lucifer echoed.

He leaned down. Pressed a kiss to the snake.

[okteiviakom]

"Want to be held," Octavia murmured, like an explanation.

One he didn't actually need.

[my_own_advocate]

"I can get you your leathers," Lucifer murmured, following the lines of the tattoo with his mouth.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia shivered a little, and even she couldn't have said which part it was for. His mouth against her inked skin, his promise, or --

"And a... dress?"

That, a quiet, almost baffled and definitely cautious request.

[my_own_advocate]

Unexpected. But Lucifer didn't betray his surprise.

"And a dress," he agreed. "Any particular kind, niron?" His hand followed in his mouth's wake, sweeping along her leg.

[okteiviakom]

"Flowy?"

That came out uncertain, unsteady, like the whole concept was unfamiliar.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer nodded.

He slid his hand down to her calf. Sat up. "Flowy it is," he said softly. "Wait here?"